Chapter 93: Big guys gather (seeking recommended collection)

"they are?"
An old man's eyes widened and he was speechless in surprise.
Duan Yiming looked around, his pupils shrank, and hurriedly got up and saluted the three of them.
"See the three seniors."
Duan Yiming clasped his fists in his hands and bowed at ninety degrees in a respectful manner.
"Ok."
The middle-aged man dressed in a golden dragon robe was majestic and majestic, like an immortal descending into the world, making people afraid to act in the slightest.
At this time, the red and blue bird suddenly disappeared, and a teenager in red and blue clothes appeared on the spot instead.
He was only seven or eight years old, but the terrifying strength of his body made people dare not underestimate it.
"Holy Lord! Xuanwu ancestor! Long time no see."
The boy arched his hands, and a childish voice came out of the seven or eight-year-old child.
"Cyan Wing Xuanniao, it's almost five thousand years, you still look like this kid."
The man who opened his mouth was the old man carrying a tortoise shell. This man was the old patriarch of the overseas Xuanwu clan. He was a perfect and powerful man in the Mahayana period. He has lived for nearly 30,000 years and is a veritable living fossil.
"Cut, bastard, why are you still alive."
"What are you talking about?!! They all said that I am Xuanwu, not the bastard."
Normally, the Mahayana period can only live for 10,000 years, but the Xuanwu clan is different. Longevity is the most significant feature of the Xuanwu clan.
"Enough, let's see what happened first."
At this time, the person wearing the golden dragon robe spoke. This person was the Holy Master Zhukun of the temple.
Upon seeing this, the two snorted coldly, ignoring each other.
"I see, they are the ancestor of the Qingyi clan, Qingyi Xuanniao Xuankui, and the ancestor of the Xuanwu clan, Xuanwu Laogui. And the one wearing the dragon robe is the temple master Zhukun."
A big disciple exclaimed.
Zhu Kun glanced at the big power disciple who opened his mouth, and he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.
The strong in the Mahayana period is terrifying.
The Qingyi Xuanbird Xuankui, Xuanwu Laogui, and Holy Lord Zhukun, the three of them all completed the Mahayana period. Among them, Xuanwu Laogui was the strongest, not only in combat effectiveness, but also in defense.
Zhukun was second, and Xuankui was third.
Soon, the three of them learned what happened here.
The three looked at each other.
The next second, the three of them appeared in front of Shimen at the same time, but they were blocked by the old man Qi Ling's Can Nian incarnation.
"The three of you are over three thousand years old. You can't go in, and you can't go in."
"It's not up to you whether we can enter or not."
The incarnation of Cannian's face sank like water, and he just let go.
"Count you acquaintance."
Zhukun glanced at him and walked towards Shimen.
As Zhukun walked in, an invisible wave was stopping him.
Zhukun didn't care at first.
At ten meters, the resistance is about level three wind, and at nine meters it has reached level five.
At eight meters, it reached a terrifying eighth wind.
If it's just a monk, the eighth wind is nothing, but in the face of the strong resistance of this invisible fluctuation, Zhu Kun is like an ordinary person facing the eighth wind alone.
Every step you take will exhaust all your energy.
Ten minutes passed, and Zhukun could not make any further progress after only four meters.
Xuanwu Laogui and Xuankui looked at each other and followed Zhukun.
Therefore, an old man, a child, and a middle-aged man walked the road to Shimen, looking very funny.
After another twenty minutes, the three used to gather at a place five meters away from Shimen.
"It's such a powerful formation, it can actually prevent the perfection of the Mahayana period from advancing."
Old Xuanwu Tortoise stroked his beard and said flatly.
"How about the three of us attacking together? Forced to open the formation?"
The Qingyi Xuanniao Xuankui whispered in his childish voice.
"can."
Holy Master Zhukun strained his face and said in a deep voice.
The three of them didn't want to be speculative, and stepped back tens of meters.
Use half of his strength to attack the hidden formation in front of Shimen.
Old Xuanwu tortoise took out a tortoise shell with a large palm, covered with dense runes.
As early as half an hour ago, the news that three powerful Mahayana men had come to Xining Island had long been heard, and the surrounding people had once again surged.
Just count them and there are no fewer than three thousand people.
Most of the people are outsiders from Dragon City, less than a week has passed since the Alchemy Conference, and less than 10% of the people left Dragon City.
"Look, Old Xuanwu Tortoise has taken action."
"I know his magic weapon. That tortoise shell is made from the shell of a dead basalt beast. It's definitely a fairy."
"Mythical beast? Does mythical beast die too?"
An immature young man didn't understand how a powerful beast could die, so he asked.
"What an ignorant boy! Even immortals will fall, don't the beasts die"
An old man wearing a white robe suddenly appeared, without arousing the eyes of people around him.
The white-robed old man has white beard and hair, he has a childlike face, and has a fairy style. He also holds a floating dust in his hand, which looks like a great old man.
This person is the master Xuzi of the Dao Men Sect who has never seen his face in front of outsiders.
"Interesting. I didn't expect the power of the Lower Continent to have inheritance on the Wuyuan Continent."
Qian Xuzi waved the dust and appeared behind the three Xuanwu Laogui the next moment.
"Who?"
The three were shocked and hurriedly drew back.
When it comes to their strength, it is rare to be able to make them nervous, but I didn't expect to encounter it here, how could it not make them feel scared.
"Your Excellency?"
Old Xuanwu turtle frowned, the old man holding the floating dust in front of him actually gave him a dangerous feeling.
The blue-winged profound bird Xuankui offered a fan, and as long as there was something wrong, he would attack.
Holy Master Zhukun had a deep face, and his hand under the broad dragon robe tightly held a jade seal, ready to fight at any time.
"Three, don't be nervous, the old way is just coming to see this trial formation, why bother to make a move."
Having said that, the three of them did not relax their vigilance at all.
"Your Excellency hasn't said who it is, which force is it?"
Xuankui shouted.
Obviously, he is the most timid of the three.
"Old Dao, Gan Xuzi, Dao Sect Master."
boom!
Gan Xuzi's words spread to everyone's ears, and everyone talked as if they were fried.
"Daomen!!!"
Zhu Kun took a deep breath.
"Didn't you say that you don't participate in secular struggles between Taoism and Buddhism?"
"It's true, but is this a secular struggle?"
Qian Xuzi's rhetorical question left Zhukun speechless.
"What are you doing here?"
Old Xuanwu Tortoise no longer maintained his previous cynical appearance, let go, staring at Qian Xuzi, said.
"Let's take a look, how is the formation laid by the forces of Xianyu."
Everyone is staring at Gan Xuzi.
"Xianyu!"
Shengzhu Zhukun grasped these two words in Qianxuzi's words.
As the person in charge of founding the temple, Zhu Kun was very eager to become immortal, otherwise he would not send his proud subordinates to grab it when he heard the news that the Sun family of Fengyuan City had the elixir of elixir.
Eventually the Sun family was destroyed.
The temple is also one of the main murderers who destroyed the Sun family. In the future, Zhu Kun and Yang Fan will have a battle.